Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Uncertainty befuddles, impossible
to pinpoint, precisely, our place
in space, as we move with time.
Young Werner Heisenberg summered
on Helgoland North Sea island 1927
climbed the rocky bluffs, with
Hölderlin’s poems in tow, discovered
the matrix, of a barely seen, uncertain
world, imagination’s rhythm, though
not commutable, yet realized in
square roots of minus one h as in
Plank’s constant, where we become
a probability, most likely, in this area
bed to shower, dressed, out the door
on a bus as a stray, precision missile
strikes in a blinding flash, metal
and body parts whirl in hot wind
screams cut short, as life aborts.

© Jan G. Otterstrom F. July 17, 2014